The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-02-18
A ChirOgraphlCaI Coincidence.

a. TIE office of the Crescent, in whose contents
the editOr was Immediately engrOssed. Sud
denly, d change came over the editorial
equilibrium, as of extreme 3mpatieucc. A
quick light flashed from those clear brown
eyes Of hers, in a perfect blaze. For, be it
kOwn, that the editor Of the Crescent was a
lady, amiable and accompIished-handsome
Withal. One to attract, better still, one on
whom reliance could be placed in times Of
emergency.
She was not N9ung-sO to speak, neither
was she old, nor In the slightest degree taSSe.
The editor of the Crescent was at the very
height of her wOmanhOOd and Of her power.
The object Of her displeasure at this moment,
was a letter, an ordinary appearing letter, in
fashionable cream envelope. This letter was
unhe6itatingly laid aside, and with the seal
unbrOken. The slender fingers may have
trembled a little, but they were none the less
relentless of purpose. Resuming her Occupa-
ton, her brow cleared, and, in the press Of
business, tie circumstance was forgotten.
A month from this date another letter, also
In cream envelope, and liz the same handwrit-
ing, came to the editors hand. With cold,
business like eXaCtness, this letter, still IN
opened, was placed beside its fellow Of the
month previous. Evidently the handwriting
was recognized by her, and from circumstan-
Ces best known to herself, especially offensive.
In q weeks time there arrived another, until
ut length, five of these cream envelopes lay
piled one upon another. But with the advent
Of the fftn missive, the editor of the Crescent
became enraged. Such persistence amounted
to persecution, and called for prompt meas
mra q g,v,~ro.-GN, n>lGl-~-AO- ..I.s-
tie FIVE letters in an express package, super
Scribed to Rowland Browne, Jr., ~Brownville,
Wisconsin, she once more dismissed the sub
lect from her mind.
The courts Of the county seat Of BrOwnVille,
Wisconsin, had but recently adjourned, fol-
lowed by a state OF lassitude on the part Of
lawyers and judges. By some legal ledgerde-
main, best known to the fraternity, the most
UnimpOrtant suits had been continued to the
September term. Therefore, these august ad-
ministratOrs Of justice were duly impressed
with a sense Of having done their whole duty,
toward themselves and their fellowmen.
Rowland Browne, Jr., was no exception to
the prevailing dizziness, upon this warm July
afternoon, True, he had made a decided nit
in his Fourth of July Grafton, without a doubt
@iN IL AOA NOISi CSSADiIdL nomination from
that district were fairly assured; socially re
was popular. He was a Jolly good fellow, every
body agreed. A human, fe3h-and-blOOd kind
of man; one, none too good for earth, and yet
not unfit for heaven. But Rowland Browne,
Jr., felt in the depths of his nature, a want.
Life seemed obiectless. What was he living
$oT, anyway Ambition was good so far as IL
went, but ambition was only a part of his life.
His nature was sympathetic, he delighted in
the everyday amenities of living. HI was Just
thirty-tWo, and, bah! his Office at this moment
was like a shaker settlement, except that al
ready it wore a grimy, neglected appearance.
However this had happened, he had never in
tended it. His dreams had, indeed, been quite
different. There was Henrietta Seymour, he
suddenly remembered. He had acted like a
~scoundrel, as she regarded that affair, con-
Rected with Prof. J.. She would not listen to
an explanation, theE, and on his return from
Yale she was gone. The family had returned
70 the East, they said. Anyway he had lost
all clew to her. Butt swearr' he exclaimed,
10 a burst of emotion, II was as innocent as
an archangel Of wrong toward her"
He had never seen a girl quite like Henriet-
ia Seymour; those clear, direct eyes of hers
were a constant reproach to him; he cou! 'ot
escape them. "She was what is called
talented, every one acknowledged that. He,
Prof. D., admired her, so did /; and how
should have known thu old curmudgeon want
90 to marry hCsl He should have been con-
tent with science and let love alone; 1t wasn't
q good contamination. That one can't do
Two things at once, is a wise maxim. Well, 1
never quite understood the matter; never
shall, now
Roland Browne, Jr., 1t was very evident, was
East approaching the confines Of sentimental
ism this quiet July afternoon. A bumble-hee
Hoisily explored the hooks and corners Of his
office, alighting upon the bust Of Lincoln
above the bookcase. teWell," he said, retro,
spectiVely, 'old Abe stood the sting OF many
> ~marander's beak unmoVed, simple, and
grand to tue last
"But SHOOT get out there a palm leaf in
his hand, Rowland Browne, Jr., reused him
self to pursue the offender to the doorway.
What's the use Of screens I'd like to know,
anyway. Hellol William, ~lcttersl A god
send lay them on the table there, and here,
William, drive that raseaIly bEmble-bee out
Of these sacred precincts, sacred to law and
order, ehP'
Seating himself to his more agreeable occu-
patton, letter after letter was scanned and
placed on file for immediate answer, or other
wise, as the case might require. The last re-
manning document proved to be somewhat
bulky. Law p-apers-that Smith AFFAIR." but
no; the supesscription attracts his attention
~ y a kind Of magnetism; s'this is no clients
document Starting from the lodpgfng posi-
ton Ia which be had thrown himself, he ex-
arnined 1t carefully. ''Heprietta's haudwrlt-
ing, ! could swear, ! should know it among q
thousard; It's characteristic with q vengeance